The Whispering Woods
Chapter Thirty-One
"We don't know exactly what we are," Garrett stated when neither his brother nor Esme said a word. He pulled out a key from his pocket and gestured for everyone to follow him.
He unlocked the large shed, turning on a few lights. It was a well-organized space for woodworking projects. Very little dust settled in the nooks and corners, interesting wood projects on the walls, all artistic and elaborate. Some of the pieces were straight out of fantasy worlds.
"Why don't you start, Charlie, with what you remember?" Garrett headed across the space that looked larger than what the exterior suggested. A door with several locks stood, and he proceeded to unlock each one.
Edward wondered about the suit—was it made of space-age material? Aliens or witches, whatever the case might be; it was going to be weird and life-changing.
Bella crossed her arms over her chest, impatiently tapping her foot. "Yeah, Dad, why don't you start?"
Charlie Swan was not used to being the center of attention. "Esme knows some of this, of course, but it wasn't common knowledge, and for some reason, the residents of Forks seemed to have forgotten about us."
"Forgot what?" Edward asked.
"A lot, apparently." Charlie shrugged, feeling a bit unsure. The more time that had passed, the more he forgot.
"Maybe you should start with what you do remember," Esme suggested to Charlie.
He nodded. "Fifty years ago, five young men, Garrett and I included, stumbled out of the woods, riding on horseback, but with no memory of who we were."
"Horseback?" Edward questioned first.
Bella, on the other hand, shook her head. "Fifty years ago? Dad, you're fifty-two. And you said 'young men'."
Charlie's face flushed, unable to meet his daughter's lavender eyes. "More like one hundred and two."
"What the fuck?" Edward and Bella said in unison.
"We know, instinctually, we're brothers and that he's older," Garrett added. "Carlisle confirmed it before leaving for med school." He stepped out of the storage area with a suit of armor, something straight out of medieval times or epic fantasy stories.
"According to the old man, we didn't speak English either, but only for a few days." Charlie waved his hand toward it and ran a hand through his hair. "We were dressed in these."
AN: Yeah...how about that. See you Thursday. I have a busy, busy week, leading up to my birthday Friday which I told everyone I'm spending the day at Starbucks...I hope. Thanks for everyone still reading and supporting me. Thanks to MC for all your help with this and your encouragement.